Face it. 'It’s Going To Happen.' And so will many other things. Let them inspire you, then write about it. The new issue of 50 to 1 will blow you away. Featured contributors include: Jim Harrington, McLean Swanson, Dr. Barbara Sinor, Gay Degani, Paul Phillips, Matt Stranach, and J. Bradley.
Glen hopes you eNJoy this issue. Also, he wants all of his readers to submit because it's about time you became part of the 50 to 1 crew.
1st line by J. Bradley
I invented lyrical poetry in 1983 using a blowtorch and a cracked vial of syphilis and I have the patent to prove it.
J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009) and the Interview Editor at PANK Magazine. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
I invented lyrical poetry in 1983 using a blowtorch and a cracked vial of syphilis and I have the patent to prove it.
J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009) and the Interview Editor at PANK Magazine. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
A Hike In Bad News by Paul Phillips
Eric stood motionless on the side of the road, loaded pistol in his pocket. The night was closing in faster by the minute. The evening shadows were growing longer. Hitchhiking in the middle of the night could only bring bad news. He should know. He had caused plenty of it.
Paul Phillips' work can be found at http://crybbe666.blogspot.com/ He has also been published online at MicroHorror, Six Sentences, Powder Flash Burns and BlinkInk. He calls Australia home, but sometimes it won't listen.
Eric stood motionless on the side of the road, loaded pistol in his pocket. The night was closing in faster by the minute. The evening shadows were growing longer. Hitchhiking in the middle of the night could only bring bad news. He should know. He had caused plenty of it.
Paul Phillips' work can be found at http://crybbe666.blogspot.com/ He has also been published online at MicroHorror, Six Sentences, Powder Flash Burns and BlinkInk. He calls Australia home, but sometimes it won't listen.
What's Next by Gay Degani
A disciple of Mensa, I make a habit of genius. It’s not easy; I’m not that smart. But my finger’s on the pulse of knowledge. This single-mindedness isolates me in a tiny cell where my body, brain, and motherboard fuse into a solitary organism, a monad, looking for valence 2.
Gay Degani has published on-line at Smokelong Quarterly, Night Train, and Every Day Fiction as well as others. She never wears socks.
A disciple of Mensa, I make a habit of genius. It’s not easy; I’m not that smart. But my finger’s on the pulse of knowledge. This single-mindedness isolates me in a tiny cell where my body, brain, and motherboard fuse into a solitary organism, a monad, looking for valence 2.
Gay Degani has published on-line at Smokelong Quarterly, Night Train, and Every Day Fiction as well as others. She never wears socks.
1st line by Dr. Barbara Sinor
When I was a little girl, about four or five-years-old, if I did something that upset my father he would grab me by the arm and pull me down the hall where he kept the paddling board.
Dr. Sinor is a semi-retired Psychospiritual Therapist and the author of five books. Sinor's career in counseling lead her to share the insights found within her books which deal with childhood abuse, spiritual guidance, metaphysical issues, and the area of addiction recovery. Please visit Barbara's book countdown Blog for more updates on this potent book Tales of Addiction and Inspiration for Recovery. Go to her web site and click on My Blog: www.drsinor.com.
When I was a little girl, about four or five-years-old, if I did something that upset my father he would grab me by the arm and pull me down the hall where he kept the paddling board.
Dr. Sinor is a semi-retired Psychospiritual Therapist and the author of five books. Sinor's career in counseling lead her to share the insights found within her books which deal with childhood abuse, spiritual guidance, metaphysical issues, and the area of addiction recovery. Please visit Barbara's book countdown Blog for more updates on this potent book Tales of Addiction and Inspiration for Recovery. Go to her web site and click on My Blog: www.drsinor.com.
1st line by McLean Swanson
My dog, Milkdud, is a cannibal: he eats Milkduds.
McLean Swanson hails from Irvine, California and calls its University home, though he resides currently in Rome, Italy--studying abroad for a semester--he continues to pound away at the keyboard. An English major with hopes to actually use it to wrangle some semblance of sustainability after he graduates.
My dog, Milkdud, is a cannibal: he eats Milkduds.
McLean Swanson hails from Irvine, California and calls its University home, though he resides currently in Rome, Italy--studying abroad for a semester--he continues to pound away at the keyboard. An English major with hopes to actually use it to wrangle some semblance of sustainability after he graduates.
The Mechanic by Jim Harrington
Clara fixed things, personal things. She stood outside the atrium of the Bellagio with the others, in pajamas, the pealing alarm assaulting her ears. The firemen disembarked, lumbered into the hotel. The story in room 1224 one she wouldn’t tell. Her husband. The hooker. An itch he shouldn’t have scratched.
Jim Harrington lives in Huntersville, NC, with his wife and two cats. His stories have appeared in Apollo's Lyre, Camroc Press Review, Every Day Fiction, The Houston Literary Review, Long Story Short, MicroHorror, Flashshot and others. He currently serves as a flash fiction editor for Apollo’s Lyre. You can read more of his stories at www.jimharringtononline.net.
Clara fixed things, personal things. She stood outside the atrium of the Bellagio with the others, in pajamas, the pealing alarm assaulting her ears. The firemen disembarked, lumbered into the hotel. The story in room 1224 one she wouldn’t tell. Her husband. The hooker. An itch he shouldn’t have scratched.
Jim Harrington lives in Huntersville, NC, with his wife and two cats. His stories have appeared in Apollo's Lyre, Camroc Press Review, Every Day Fiction, The Houston Literary Review, Long Story Short, MicroHorror, Flashshot and others. He currently serves as a flash fiction editor for Apollo’s Lyre. You can read more of his stories at www.jimharringtononline.net.